This a pack au, this is going to follow the show in a lot of things but then I will be adding stuff to make it fit the au. Comments appreciated. This will be a multi chapter fic, probably really long and I will try to update it as often as possible

Chapter 1

Mary placed Sammy gently in his crib, smiling softly down at him, kissing his forehead once before pulling back up. She talks softly to him, as he gurgles up at her, making small grabby hands, squirming slightly. She played her fingers through his hair before spinning the mobile above the crib, the small tune playing lightly catching Sammy's attention as she leaned back, relaxing even more as arms wrapped around her.

"How are the pups?" John asks, nuzzling her shoulder, earning a small gentle smile as she placed her hands over his, intertwining her fingers with his. He rubbed his thumb over the top of her hand, as she leaned completely back into him. He winced lightly but tried to keep it hidden so she wouldn't notice. She chuckles, looking over at Sam. "They've been keeping me quite busy, especially Dean when he tried to help me look after him. He's a sweet older brother, very protective and caring, traits I'm sure he got from you. He got more under foot than helpful but it was adorable." She turns in his arms, kissing him softly, fingers playing along his jaw.

"How did the hunt go? Did you get enough to supply the pack? I hope you didn't get hurt, you know how that makes me feel. It gets me so worried." John's eyes soften, and he kisses her softly. "I'm alright, I had Bobby, Ellen, and Rufus with me. We have enough to keep us going for a few months. Where's Dean?"

"In his room, he tried waiting up for you but he fell asleep. So I took him to bed." Mary could tell that something had happened, John didn't have to tell her directly but she could tell from his body language that something was up. He was tense and was holding onto her tightly. He came home like this a lot, being an alpha was difficult, Mary knew that is was but it worried her a lot more than she told him. Anything could happen and she would never know and would be caught off guard if his worries ever followed him back home. John didn't like to share, didn't like to have her worried but not knowing made her even more worried than if he just sat down and told her what was going on. He kisses her cheek, pulling back slowly, walking to Dean's room, leaving Mary alone with Sammy. She sighed softly, smiling down at her baby before heading to the bedroom and laying down, falling asleep from exhaustion, it had been a very long day. John walked into Dean's room, sitting down on the bed, Dean stirring, poking his head out of the covers, blinking sleepily.

"Hey pup." He smiled, patting his son's head, and Dean curled closer into him. "I'm glad you're back dad, I've missed you."

"I'm back for a little bit but you know I may have to go again, its a hard long job but its necessary." Dean nodded, sitting up a serious expression on his face. "What's wrong? How can I help?" Dean could always tell, no questions, no doubts about it, the boy had strong alpha instincts. He was a born alpha just as John had expected, the first born of an alpha usually was and Dean showed all the signs of being one. His instincts were sharp and his nature leaned heavily towards it, he wanted to help keep his pack safe as much was in his power to do so. John patted Dean's head, smiling and getting back up.

"Don't worry son, its being taken care of. You just get some rest. Tomorrow you can help us out on a patrol if you want to." Dean nods, laying back down, as his dad left the room.

Mary woke up to Sam's cry on the baby monitor, making her way into the nursery. It wasn't until she walked up to the crib that she knew something was wrong, her senses screaming at her to run. That someone else was in the room, someone she had no hope of getting in a fight in and winning but she didn't care, all she cared about was protecting her son from whatever threat was in the room. She checked on Sammy before turning to face the figure standing in the doorway, her eyes going wide.

"You." Her scream tore through the house, as the stranger's fist slammed through her ribs, ripping her heart out. With a smirk he watched her body drop, tossing her heart down and reaching into his pocket, dropping a match by her body. The room quickly catches fire. The scream woke Dean before John, he looked at the fire, flinching back from it, jumping at his father's hand on his shoulder as he rushed in picking up Sammy. Grabbing Dean and pulling both boys out of the burning house. Dean leaned into his father, looking up at him as John watched the house and his mate burn.